Fake Means Shallow and That Means
You will fall out with people who claim you haven't,
they don't wan't to look bad so paint you a mad 'en
you'll erect the finger in the middle of your hand
they'll see it as behaviour they can't understand
and tell all the world you've lost your head
protecting their image when to you their dead
then they say they wish to help you
hiding that the friendship fell through
you're seen mad and their seen great
as all believe you're their best mate
9 years will pass and you won't see him
and yet dumb beings still believe him
goodness gracious fake-ous wasters
brains unused behind the faces
liars lying is most sad
believed by people clearly mad
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2021
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